I’m driving along a bridge when suddenly a car crashes into my trunk. I lurch forward; luckily, I was wearing a seatbelt, and lived to post this tale. I get out onto the shoulder of the road to inspect the damage–pretty bad, mind you–and the crashing driver also does.
Anyway, we schmooze a bit, and he reveals that he’s a CR mod. I told him I’m Participant. So he says, “you know what? I think this is a sign from Above that we put our differences aside and become friends.”
“That’s right!” I enthused. “Let’s drink a lechayim to this!”
I get a bottle of Scotch from the passenger seat–luckily it wasn’t in the trunk–and offer it to the mod.
He takes a long swig and hands it back to me. “Your turn. Enjoy.”
“Nah,” I said, promptly tossing the bottle into the ocean below. “I’ll just wait for the police to show up.”